Small Room - Holly Palmer

Turn me on

Turn me on

It’s a small room

You got a small room, and

I know you’re not that small

And my head, though it hurts

Because I hit it every day

Your ceiling hangs too low

And it gets in my way

But I’m smart, I’m like a rat

I’m like a laboratory rat

And soon I will choose the door

And you won’t see me no more

In your small room

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

My arms are stretched out the windows of your house

And my fingers are curled around the branches

On the trees outside your house

And my neck is frayed and worn

'Cause I’m always bending backwards in your house

And soon I will choose the door

And you won’t see me no more

In your small room

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

You completely turn me on

Small room

Turn me on